[@Demon Grave]
He sighed at them. "Ill take anyone I can get, the ships been here a few days too long and soon ill lose her to the dogs." he had his eyes looking over at him "Say where you all from in steam-port, doubt ive seen any of you around here." they had a look about them, trouble makers. What made it worse was how they were dressed, ragged. Looks of men who have not washed for a while or even got a real jobs. Men who have seen the glint of the blade a few seconds before the glint of the coins. Men who don't know anything about eticet... And that's just what he needed. However the way he was talking, the way Charles often saw his eyes looking him up and down, sizing him up as a mark. Looking at him now he could see a few daggers sticking out. In a nonchalant voice he asked "Well that always depends on how much it costs to clear you obviously... honest job secdual" Flashing him a smile he started fiddling with the nobs on his radio only getting static.